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Harry Norcliffe never wanted to inherit his beloved uncle's title. The rigidity of the ton, the incessant reminders from his marriage-minded mama that he must settle down with a highborn lady and produce an heir and a spare: it's all such a dreadful bore. So when his mother asks him to take part in a dancing competition, he patently refuses. The last thing he needs is another chore . . . until a beautiful, brilliant, delightfully tempting maid makes him rethink his position.

LEAD TO A SCANDALOUS SEDUCTION?Most women would be over the moon to be pursued by a wickedly handsome-not to mention wealthy-duke like Norcliffe. But Lucy will not be any man's trophy. She could use a friend, though, and what begins innocently soon ignites into desire. As Lucy tries to resist Harry's scorching kisses, he makes an utterly irresistible offer. Enter the dance contest with him, and win a prize that could change her life forever . . . if falling in love doesn't change it first.

He took off his coat and went to tend the fire. His wideshoulders needed no padding. When he rose and dusted hishands, she noted his superior height once again. In his waistcoatand shirtsleeves, she could discern the way his waisttapered.

He joined her on the sofa and laid his arm across the topof it. “Tired?” he asked.

“No.” She was too aware of him. In the shadowy room,she could not see his bright blue eyes, but the soft soundof his breathing mingled with hers. The tension betweenthem crackled all around her. A long moment suspended.Her senses were heightened, and her breasts felt heavier forsome odd reason. She discerned the scent of wintergreensoap and something else—something masculine and irresistible.Something unique to him.

He leaned closer, and she could feel the whisper of hisbreath on her lips. “From the first moment we met, I couldnot get you out of my head.”

His words made her feel giddy, but she held back, becauseshe was still a little wary. “I am undoubtedly the firstwoman to threaten you with a knife.”

He grinned. “Indeed you are. Now that you are unarmed,perhaps we could be friends.”

“We will shake on it,” she said, offering her hand.

He took her hand and turned her wrist, palm up. Helooked up at her beneath his dark lashes, and then he kissedthe tender underside of her wrist. When he touched histongue to the pulse point, her breath shuddered out of her.She thought she might melt from the heat in his seductivegaze.

“I’d better go,” he said. There was a knowing look in hiseyes, as if he was aware of exactly how he’d affected her.

When she inhaled on a shaky breath, he helped her to rise.She walked with him to the door as if she were enveloped ina fog.

He halted and gazed into her eyes. Then he drew her inhis arms and kissed her gently on the lips. His mouth movedover hers and his hand slipped down the curve of her spine.Heat and longing surged inside her. He wrapped his armsaround her, and she could feel the hard, unyielding musclesof his arms, chest, and thighs as he pressed her against him.

“Forgive me in advance,” he said.

“For what?” she whispered.

He kissed her gently once more, and then he drew his tongue along the seam of her mouth. Her lips parted andthen his tongue was in her mouth, tasting her while hishands slid down her spine and to her bottom. He pulled herflush against him, and she could feel his hard body. She wasbreathing faster and everything inside of her was on fire forhim. God help her, she wanted his hands all over her.

He broke the kiss, and she was aware that his breathinghad quickened as well.

When he released her, he said, “Good night, sweet Lucy.”

Her limbs trembled a little as he strode out into the night,leaving her to wonder if he knew it was her first kiss.

Vicky Dreiling is a confirmed historical romance junkie and Anglophile. Frequent business trips to the United Kingdom allowed her to indulge her passion for all things Regency England. Bath, Stonehenge, and Spencer House are among her favorite places. She is, however, truly sorry for accidentally setting off a security alarm in Windsor Castle. That unfortunate incident led her British colleagues to nickname her Trouble. When she's not writing, Vicky enjoys reading, films, concerts, and, most of all, long lunches with friends. A native Texan, she holds degrees in English literature and marketing.

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